From: owner-eda-thoughts-digest@smoe.org (eda-thoughts-digest) To: eda-thoughts-digest@smoe.org Subject: eda-thoughts-digest V3 #70 Reply-To: eda-thoughts@smoe.org Sender: owner-eda-thoughts-digest@smoe.org Errors-To: owner-eda-thoughts-digest@smoe.org Precedence: bulk eda-thoughts-digest Sunday, February 27 2000 Volume 03 : Number 070 * If you ever wish to unsubscribe, send an email to * eda-thoughts-digest-request@smoe.org with ONLY * the word unsubscribe in the body of the email * . * PLEASE :) when you reply to this digest to send a post TO the list, * change the subject to reflect what your post is about. A subject * of Re: eda-thoughts-digest V3 #xxx or the like gives readers no clue * as to what your message is about. Today's Subjects: ----------------- ET: a poem i just wrote ["Claudia" ] ET: poems [zerocool@sunlink.net (Niki)] ET: ~ N.Ireland - Omagh, Aug. 15, 1998 ~ ["marty" ] ET: ~12 days of solstice~ [shivergirl ] ET: An old poem re-done "This Time" [JewelAng@aol.com] ET: Old poem sent again..."Mortality" [JewelAng@aol.com] ET: Old poem..."Manifest [JewelAng@aol.com] ET: I choose the Angel(poem) ["Seth D. Fulmer" ] ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Date: Fri, 25 Feb 2000 22:57:28 +0100 From: "Claudia" Subject: ET: a poem i just wrote I am just a little dreamer girl. All i have is dreams and hopes All i see is the stardust in your eyes All i want is a heart to call home. I'm walking on a thread of light with a daisy in my hand to remind me of my strenght to protect me from my own shadow. They try to stab me but i spread honey on their knives They try to humble me but i smile at they contempt. This is my defense, this is what i am. ------------------------------ Date: Fri, 25 Feb 2000 20:11:15 -0500 From: zerocool@sunlink.net (Niki) Subject: ET: poems I sit With shoulders bent I cry With eyes glassy and red A song OUR song Comes on the radio And my shoulders bend some more And my eyes get red some more - -------- Can't say yes Can't say no Stuck in the middle Where i don't wanna be But I can't say anything Because I'll feel bad For things that happened And things that won't happened - -------- Dumb girl Opens her eyes wide Gives a big silly smile Hoping that people Won't guess That she really is dumb And this isn't just an act - -------- She's terribly confident Everyone believes it And when she says something off the wall Everyone believes it Because she's so terribly confident - ------- He's terribly unconfident No one believes him And when he says something that is true No one believes him Because he's so terribly unconfident He doesn't even believe himself...believe in himself - ------- Ever daydream About something tragic That could happen? - ------- And she feels like writing a lot today To see if something half decent Comes out of it Nothing much comes out of anything But we can all hope now can't we? ------------------------------ Date: Fri, 25 Feb 2000 23:56:32 +0100 From: "marty" Subject: ET: ~ N.Ireland - Omagh, Aug. 15, 1998 ~ ¤ i sat here on my sofa, i just wanted to hold you like a little child in my arms. a lucky child, who got away from the misery and agony and i folded my hands again, to thank god for this for the fact that no one recognized your name- that night; "no she's not there on this list, but you can call this hospital.." ¤ and i thanked God.. for watching over your family that day, ~a night to remember~ ¤ something happened to me my heart that night, did you know.. when i went to bed that night, i made myself a little promise that if she had been saved; alive i would care about and follow this person, as her friend out there along our lives. it felt very special oh i prayed the night till sleep and i felt like a very little man, in a big world of changes.. ¤ ------------------------------ Date: Fri, 25 Feb 2000 18:10:44 -0500 From: shivergirl Subject: ET: ~12 days of solstice~ +++ bouncing between my radio and the earth's ceiling my supersphere is calling surrounding all the planets all the stations interweaving best heard on winter nights no matter what time zone or country we're in the technology kick makes us oh-so-serious about shortwave +++ could you give me any tips on listening i'm just beginning to hear what you've been saying all along and i picked up my passport i'm using it again for more than mere identification purposes these days +++ mr. vintage radio enthusiast i like your love songs the best out of all the rest you tune me in makin my moods spin like no other pair of hands i've known before or since +++ i'm experiencing an increased interest in communications what can i say your unit is much more easier to use to fuse and i'm tryin to memorize the frequency of you and me to be the voice of my not-so-native land so i can begin to understand your pocket-love (this retro techno rush) +++ co-ordinated we cannot be separated by a hyphen or forced stagnation when world time is the universal rhyme +++ the yankee-doodle drone wears thin after his tone has faded to foggy memory and i can feel the dead silence the newscasts changing even if we remain the same hearing what we want to be reality so please keep your democracy story of O fantasies never cease i've got my gods and george washingtons back i've got a choker-less neck a chased-away frown and a crown that i found all on my own +++ unparalleled pirate radio do you know that i know that you are a permanent fixture in this mental furniture rodeo love comes and goes it's a concoction potion musical meshing mixture i treasure like the outlawed flawed boy it hasn't got any measure +++ can we begin the adventure yet can't you see that i'm such a willing wench when it comes to your suggestions infinite questions of the sensual nature that i muchly beg to answer fill all the pregnant pauses without any restricting clauses just float upon combined silences of dawning wonder along with you +++ endangered mammal how is it possible you have personified kindness inside your chameleon eyes like you do it all the time obliterating heart-diseases makin me dizzy at the knees i simply cannot translate all that you pontificate wordy incompetent drama interspersed with calming comfort is simply not enough it would just come up short when your thoughtfulness is so much taller than toronto's cn tower i feel the ultimate everlasting divinity of power +++ the length long the graphic grainy a picture i can never place til it's printed the class i've passed the lessons unforgotten yet i subject my subjects to chalk outlines of accidents waiting to happen and ridiculous rhymes as if they exist to facilitate reason +++ the autumn vain hours when i longed to travel to gypsy-land life after insanity to feel what that means where i can be friends with all my hurts and it can mean i don't have to save the world and lose the girl or pick on pretty overcompensating desperately striving to come across as witty +++ do you like celtic eyes do they ever take you by surprise sometimes when the coys have scared away all the boys and the cupids have all been labelled stupid since valentine's arrived i find there are much more than 364 reasons not to cry ------------------------------ Date: Sat, 26 Feb 2000 16:55:25 EST From: JewelAng@aol.com Subject: ET: An old poem re-done "This Time" This is an older poem and I went back and changed some things. If it sounds like a Jewel song you know (if your an EDA) it's because I wrote it when listening to this one Jewel song. At the moment, I can't think of the name. Feedback would be loved!!! Rebecca http://nettrash.com/users/majesticramblings This Time This time I won't be so easy to read. I won't let you touch me with your smooth hands and tough ways. I won't let you be near my heart this time, I won't let you see what it feels or what my heart used to feel for you. This time I will be my own best friend. You won't matter to me. I won't love you anymore. This time I won't let you touch me with your smooth hands and tough ways. ------------------------------ Date: Sat, 26 Feb 2000 16:58:40 EST From: JewelAng@aol.com Subject: ET: Old poem sent again..."Mortality" I wrote this poem right after I stood watching the red moon. On the night when it turned red. If anyone remebers the date of this please EMAIL ME...I'm looking for the date of which I wrote this. Feedback wanted! Rebecca http://nettrash.com/users/majesticramblings Mortality The moon above blazed red, it looked like my heart bleeding. The snow swirled around me, trapping me in it's frosty claws. I knew then that feeling, it was the same feeling I feel all the time. I am trapped in my own body. ------------------------------ Date: Sat, 26 Feb 2000 18:08:16 EST From: JewelAng@aol.com Subject: ET: Old poem..."Manifest Manifest Hands come and manifest thoughts. Come and show this cruel world, what it is like to be human. Come manifest my thoughts, then I can show them how much a woman can love a man. Come manifest my thoughts so I can show the world how to be kind. Come manifest my thoughts So I can show the world how to be kind. Come manifest my thoughts so I can show the how to live. ------------------------------ Date: Sat, 26 Feb 2000 20:29:10 -0500 From: "Seth D. Fulmer" Subject: ET: I choose the Angel(poem) Hey everyone :) Yesterday I wrote this sorta because of an email I received about one of my previous poems. I'm not sure what to say here but if you want more explanation, just ask me. hehe I did censor this poem so that any young people on this list wouldn't have their ears devirginized. If you really want the R version, ask me, but I'm sure you can determine the other version with your imagination :) Any questions, comments, flames, and suggestions are welcome but not necessary :o) If you don't want to receive my poetry, let me know and I won't send it. Take cares and Have a Great Day!! :o) -Seth ===================================== I choose the Angel by Seth D. Fulmer 2-26-00 Kissing you Hugging you Screwing with your woman! Playing with your breasts and everything on you I hate you girl but you can't see! You just like screwing, and what that does to me! My mind goes insane, my insides aren't good Blood rushes on downward and then hits the spot I stick my tongue out, and you grab hold You kiss me so passionately, why don't you lay down? My heart's in a beat now. I just want to sleep! Please let me go. Don't let me feel this I love another woman. With this you can lose This woman's an angel and for her I would die She's sweet and she's kind; She's heaven on earth She could make me lose my wits with only a smile A smile or a hug, or both, she's that true An angel with a neck twitch, versus you with your horns Wings of pure twilight or a demon full of temptation I choose the angel, love it or not She's lovelier than you and makes me all fluttery ------------------------------ End of eda-thoughts-digest V3 #70 *********************************